Page 152 of Silver Fox Puck

He already made his choice.

And now, he’s waiting for me to make mine.

I take a shaky breath, my fingers pressing at my sides. “What if this all goes up in flames one day?”

Grant’s jaw flexes, like he hates that I even have to ask.

“It won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

He exhales, stepping in closer. “I know I love you.”

I blink fast, my vision blurring.

“I know I wake up thinking about you. I go to bed thinking about you. I know that every single time I see you, I want you more than the last. I know that I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”

His voice drops, rasping with emotion.

“I know that even when I was trying not to fall for you, it was already too late.”

Tears sting my eyes.

Because I feel the exact same way.

I just never thought I’d have it. Never thought it would be mine to keep.

“Grant…” My voice is barely a whisper.

He lifts a hand, brushing his knuckles over my cheek. Soft. Sure.

“I don’t want perfect, Kenz. I don’t need guarantees.” His fingers trail along my jaw, sending shivers down my spine. “I just need you.”

And that’s it.

That’s the moment.

The one where my fear loses.

The one where I finally let myself believe that maybe—just maybe—this could be real.

I exhale a shaky breath. “I love you.”

His eyes flash.

Like hearing it was all he needed.

Like I just gave him the world.

He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t need to.

Because the next second, his mouth is on mine.

And just like that, I know.

This is it.

This is home.

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